The summer between my junior
and senior years of high school, I lived with my sister and her family in Utah where
I landed a temporary job at a small factory doing manual labor. Not the kind of
labor that gets dirt under your nails. No, it was the mind-and-seat-numbing
kind. My brother-in-law, a very successful businessman and entrepreneur, kept
telling my sister how good this was
for me and how I would learn to appreciate
more stimulating jobs, and how I would become even more motivated to get an education. I thought, “Yeah, right! It
doesn’t take more than one day at that place to figure out I should stay in
school.”